When I returned from my
solo trip to New York City back in mid-2013, I was star struck. I had seen
nothing so beautiful, well planned, systematic, and (relatively) clean. I
visited four first-world countries after that but NYC remained my favourite. I wouldn’t
stop ranting about it. New York this, East Coast that.
My husband picked Japan
for a 15-day vacation in April. It was completely his idea because I remember
resisting it.
“Who goes to Japan for a
holiday?” I’d asked. Right enough, every single person I told about my upcoming
holiday asked me the exact same question; or at least framed it as one of the
many questions they asked: “Why Japan? Are you going there for work?”
A very large part of me
does not want to write what I am about too because it fears that Japan will
become the next Switzerland if Indians discovered it. By that I mean a samosa
stall at Mount Jungfrau (for real).
But I am going to say it
because Japan makes the East Coast look like a cranky little village. Here are
a few observations I made in the country of tomorrow. After all, it is already tomorrow in Japan!
I mean, come on! |
Yup,
that’s what a blanket statement looks like. Let me explain, bottled water costs
YEN 95 for 2 litres which is about Rs 50. Singapore, on the other hand (and for
comparison), is one of the most expensive when it comes to packaged water (in
my experience).
We
ate scrumptious and wholesome local food for as little as Rs 500 for two in all
of the cities we visited. And we lived in the most central parts of Osaka,
Kyoto, and Tokyo for merely Rs 4000 a night. Planning is key; the country has
something for everyone.
Entry to most gardens is free. |
2) Japan is one of the most beautiful, culturally rich, and scientifically advanced countries in the world
And are they punctual or what!? I thought I was type A. While
you know about the scientifically advanced bit, the bullet train seriously goes so fast,
I had to wait for my ears to pop every 5 minutes, Japan has so much more than
sakura (cherry blossom) and anime.
For
example, in the month of April, Kyoto, which is home to Gion – the geisha district,
hosts Miyako Odori (Dance of the Capital). It is a collaborative performance of
dance, music, and elaborate set design by maikos (geishas in training) and
professional geishas. While you won't understand a word if you don’t know
Japanese, the essence of the show and the art of Japanese story-telling will
stay with you for ever.
3) The
Japanese are SO friendly!
But it is drop-dead beautiful first! |
This is for real. We
experienced a good dose of their amicable nature in all the three cities we
stayed. Yes, even bustling and busy Tokyo.
Picture this: Two very Indian
travellers are lost again looking for a restaurant on their TripAdvisor app so they
enter an eatery to ask for directions. The girl goes to the open counter, gets
the server’s attention and points at her phone. What happens next?
The server understood
what I was asking her but didn’t know how to explain the location to me. So, as
any Japanese would, she left what she was doing and walked the 200 meter
distance to the location with us.
This happened 3 times in
different settings.
4) There
is no place for the vegetarian in Japan
If
you’re a fussy eater who is constantly on the move across neighbourhoods in
Japan, you better not get hungry without an eating plan. I’d say the same thing
to vegetarians, vegans, people with food allergies, etc.
We
once ordered a vegetarian vegetable Japanese salad that came topped with a
generous helping of minced chicken. Besides, all our orders were in sign languages
because restaurants rarely have menus in English. Which brings me to the next
observation…
When you
are that humble, self-sufficient, and proud to be Japanese, you don’t need English
to get you by! I’d peek into the phones of fellow commuters on the subway and I’d
see them typing away or browsing the internet in Japanese. I didn’t see one
local read or say anything in English (unless forced by our party of 2). And I like to get comfortable and stare.
We
visited the tourist centre in Nara and the only girl we spoke to in fluent
English (in 15 days) was shocked to learn we didn’t know how to write our
mother tongue perfectly.
When I asked her if she could write Japanese, pat came
the reply, “Of course! I am Japanese!”
So,
like, I love Japan. I want to go back. Sigh.
PS: I have some more pictures put up on Instagram: @SabGhiasi Plus, my food tales are documented at @Gobble_up
One can only stop and stare at beautiful things. |
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